What’s My Line

If I were lucky enough to own a boat, it would probably resemble this scene: buried in line (a.k.a. rope) with no chance of finding my way forward or aft. A fisherman’s tool box (not managed) can quickly turn into a rat’s nest before you’ve even thought about getting underway.

In my mini-tour of the Fisherman’s Wharf area, it seemed like the boats were not going anywhere due to heavy fishing restrictions. It is looking more like a shantytown down there lately.